The transporter took him and when he shimmered back into existence the surroundings would have fascinated him - if he had had eyes for anything other than the man restrained on a bio bed, two Vulcan (himselves-not-himself) leaning in with their hands on his face --
"Usurpers."
It was a hissing whisper before Spock sprang into motion, the bond like a ringing bell in his mind, throughout his body, something like adrenaline coursing through him as he stalked to the bed on the side of the younger, slighter self, and placed his fingers on Christopher's face, overriding the meld points used by the others.
Christopher!
Inside Christopher's mind, the doors that had been barred were flung open. Spock had come for him.
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Date: 2009-09-14 02:53 pm (UTC)"Usurpers."
It was a hissing whisper before Spock sprang into motion, the bond like a ringing bell in his mind, throughout his body, something like adrenaline coursing through him as he stalked to the bed on the side of the younger, slighter self, and placed his fingers on Christopher's face, overriding the meld points used by the others.
Christopher!
Inside Christopher's mind, the doors that had been barred were flung open. Spock had come for him.